Becoming Mrs. Evans

Football Game

I hear Chris's alarm go off and I hug his side tighter. I hear him hit his phone and I'm pretty sure it fell off the night stand.

"Shit," he says sliding out of my grip to pick his phone up.

"Is your phone okay?" I ask keeping my eyes closed.

"Yeah," he says laying back down.

"Are we going to the game tonight?" I ask.

"Yeah. Three others are coming too," he says.

"Who?"

"You'll see," he says kissing my head.

I fall back asleep until his alarm goes off again.

"Turn it off," I say putting my head under the pillow.

West starts barking and Chris turns the alarm off.

"West quit barking," Chris says and I pull my head out from under the pillow.

Chris rubs my back and I jump up to go to the bathroom.

"No," I whine.

"What?" Chris says walking to the door.

"I started," I say making a pouty face.

"You still want to go to the game?" He asks.

"Yeah. Obviously," I say finishing up.

I walk out of the room and go wake the kids up. Turns out they're all ready awake. We walk in the kitchen and eat cereal instead of making something. I hear the door bell ring and Chris gets there before I do.

"Uncle Scott," the twins say running out of the kitchen.

I laugh at their actions and walk in the living room after putting my bowl in the sink. Chris smacks my butt when he walks by to go to the kitchen. I walk back in there and hit his and run behind Scott.

"Why do I get drug in to these things?" He asks.

"Because I'm short enough to hide behind you," I say.

"Scott give my wife up," Chris says.

"No," the twins say standing on each side of Scott.

"You guys won't get ice cream tonight," he says.

"Sorry mommy," they say running in the kitchen.

"That's not fair," I say.

"Scott you won't go to the game," Chris says.

"Sorry Blake," Scott's says walking in the kitchen.

"That's bs," I say.

Chris comes up to me and presses his lips to mine and grabs my butt.

"Quit," I whine.

"Why?"

"Please," I say.

"But your butt's cute," he says kissing me.

"I don't even have a butt," I say.

"I was going to say something but I don't want hit," he says.

"Wise choice Christopher," I say kissing him once again.

"Could you not?" Scott says.

I look over Chris's shoulder to see the kids not looking this way. I flip Scott off and Chris kisses me again.

"That's not nice," Scott says and Chris laughs.

"What did you do?" He asks.

"Nothing," I say smiling.